People
get merry,
when it hasn't even
hit Christmas yet.
I stay weary, Santa says
I wasn't good this year.
I made a wish, it came with a thought.
I wore my red hat, I'm black Santa.
I'm black Santa, Santa lost his Claus.
I had a present, it drop off my slay.
I have to present, tell her I have nothing to say.
Its Christmas, but I'm not even merry still.
You sing those carols, for me it's
season
greetings still.
